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When the man who plows the fields is driven from his lands. When the carpenter must give away what he's built with his own hands. When a mother's only children belong to her no more. And black masked men with guns come bashing down the doors. Where freedom exists for only those with darker skin. Where lies and propaganda will never let you win. Where symbols of your heritage are held with such contempt, and benefits of country 'cept tax are you exempt .

Aryan man awake, How much more will you take, Turn that fear to hate, Aryan man awake.

Can you see how they lie to warp your daughter's minds? Can you let your sons be trodden down or held behind? Can you apologize for things you did not do, and leave this battle that we fight to the proud and the few? What will it take for you to waken to the truth? What will it take for you to remember your own youth? What will you give up to help this worthy Cause, and strike with force and fury, without a single pause?

What will it take for you to remember your own folk? What will it take for you to break that heavy yoke? Why do you still cast your eyes downward to the ground? Worry lest what you say have prejudicial sound. Who will stand beside us when the war begins? Who will run and hide their heads and wait to see who wins? Who will face the end and watch a Valkyrie ride forth To join the gods and fallen stormtroopers of the North?

You're gone with the breeze, just like the leaves on the trees.
Gone are the times with your family ,your family.
You left Dark behind. You knew they had your death warrant signed.
But there was no way that you would compromise, no compromise.

You're gone with the breeze. But you'll always be there on our minds.
You're gone with the breeze, just a memory, of those times.
You're gone with the breeze. But you left a lot of people who loved you.

I see you all around me. I see the apathy in your eyes, knowing not what it means to be free, watching as the White flame dies.

It means nothing to you, Pride is an unknown trait. Tell me what are you gonna do run and hide or face the hate?

To every man who doesn't dream, I am the Dreamer.
To every man who doesn't believe, I'm the Believer.
To every man who doesn't Receive. I'm the receiver.
To every man who refuses to bleed, I will bleed for you.

You can stay afraid
Alone in the dark
But at least I’m out here
In the light…..
At least I’m not afraid
To say what I think
While your thoughts stay hidden
Out of sight….

He fought so strong for our race. We're finally back in our place. It took his life, my dear son, and now it's over the war is won. Our Race was saved because the lives that were sacrificed: those men that died...

Sacrifice , they gave their lives. All those men who have died. Sacrifice, they gave their lives, all those men who have died.

Warrior poet, I sing his songs. Ian Stuart, with his voice so strong. Remember his words, as we sing along.

Rudolph Hess, a man of Peace. He wouldn't give up he wouldn't cease,he gave his loyalty to our Cause. Remember him and give a pause.

Skinhead boy, standing fast, not afraid to kick some ass.
Skinhead boy, it's no disgrace to stand up proud for your race.
Oi oi oi skinhead boy, you're my oi boy.
Oi oi oi skinhead boy, you're my oi boy.
Skinhead boy, skinhead man, please stay true to our plan.
Skinhead boy, skinhead man, someday you will save our land.
Oi oi oi skinhead boy, you're my oi boy.
Oi oi oi skinhead boy, you're my oi boy.

He sat in a room in a square the color of blood. He'd rule the whole world if there was a way that he could. He'd sit and he'd stare at the minarets on top of the towers, for he was the Beast as he hatched his new plan to gain power.
And the snow fell, covering the Dreams and Ideals. And the snow fell, freezing the Blood and the wheels. And the snow fell, they had to keep warm for survival. And the snow fell, and defeated the Beast's only rivals.
They took the old roads that Napoleon had taken before. They fought as the forces of Light against the Darkness in a Holy War. One day they were looking out on the sun shining on the cornflowers. The next day they were freezing to death in the snow and the ice cold showers.
Then came the deadly roads back in the steps of their retreat. The cold racked their bodies, but worse was the pain of defeat. Many people who had hailed them once now turned and walked away, for these people now knew that the Beast was on his way.
You finally came back to the borders of our Fatherland. Now enemies came, traitors everywhere at hand. Many people who had fought and died knowing that they had to win. And still it sickens my heart to see a picture of the red flag in Berlin.

The Stranger within my gate,
He may be true or kind,
But he does not talk my talk—
I cannot feel his mind.


The men of my own stock
They may do ill or well,

Weiss weiss weiss sind alle meine Kleider. Weiss weiss weiss ist alles was ich hab. Darum lieb ich alles was so weiss ist, weil mein Schatz ein Bäcker Bäcker ist.

Grün grün grün sind alle meine Kleider. Grün grün grün ist alles was ich hab. Darum lieb ich alles was so grün ist, weil mein Schatz ein Jäger Jäger ist.

Schwarz schwarz schwarz sind alle meine Kleider. Schwarz schwarz schwarz ist alles was ich hab. Darum lieb ich alles was so schwarz ist, weil mein Schatz ein Schornsteinfeger ist.

Bunt bunt bunt sind alle meine Kleider. Bunt bunt bunt ist alles was ich hab. Darum lieb ich alles was so bunt ist, weil mein Schatz ein Maler Maler ist. Darum lieb ich alles was so bunt ist, weil mein Schatz ein Maler Maler ist.

As I sit here staring,
My heart is yearning,
For just one glance,
From you.
As my heart’s here pounding,
As our eyes are bounding,
All I ever wanted was you,
Maybe someday.